The Walmart Book of the Dead

My experimental fiction The Walmart Book of the Dead, the Vine Leaves Press Vignette Award Grand Finalist, was just published (in October 2017). The painting on the cover is by the (brilliant) painter Brendan O’ConnellNecessary Fiction cites its “24-karat prose”; according to Heavy Feather Review, “When we are angry with loved ones, with institutions, with entire governments, and wonder how human decency fell off a cliff, Biederman’s The Walmart Book of the Dead serves as a capable roadmap.”  You can order the book on Amazon here.

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A vastly imagined Wonderbook–fearsome, hilarious, familiar and arcane–in which a brilliantly savaged Walmart, both a temple and a tomb, spawns an epidemic of pharonic proportions, exhausting nothing less than everything. An extraordinary experience.

–Rikki Ducornet, author of The Deep Zoo and Brightfellow

 

“These fragments I have shored against my ruins,” Eliot writes, reflecting the ultimate despair of modernism. Lucy Biederman’s fragments in her vibrant The Walmart Book of the Dead, by contrast, celebrate the comic hopelessness of the present. Composed from dozens of interwoven articulations by the undone, many wandering the wide, brightly lit aisles of necropolis, the resultant mosaic reveals contemporary existence in its vast unliving: its temporary stabilities and irreversible debilitations, pointless impulses and inexplicable enervations, preening proprieties and mute indigence, the pomposity of clerks and the humilities of the destitute, and many more which present a multifaceted vision, wavering and provisional, but for that all more alive. Unlike Dante’s inhabitants in The Inferno, Biederman’s denizens of the other realm do not realize they have passed, nor are they aware that they are in dire need of such instructions, such spells and illustrations as the ones you likely hold in hand. Shantih      shantih       shantih

–Skip Fox, author of wired to zone and Sheer Indefinite

 

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